The Wood Corpse Daoist was still not forgetting to smear Yi Chen's eyes with ointment at this moment.
However, his rank was still too low.
Compared to Yi Chen, he was just a junior.
Yi Chen said with a smile, "Wood Corpse fellow Daoist, if I say it's true, you believe me? If I say you are my son, would you believe that~"
"I'm a demonic cultivator, why would I trust you? Why don't you go and mingle with the righteous path."
"Damn, you're so trustworthy, you couldn't possibly be an undercover agent sent by the Zhèn'an Bureau, could you? No wonder you've been targeting me," Yi Chen said, as if having an epiphany, pointing at the Wood Corpse's nose and cursing loudly.
Hearing Yi Chen's scolding, the hall first fell silent and then burst into laughter.
Shen Hui was also speechless...
